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Daisy Ashcroft Feb 2020
I try to think of what to say
To your story of why you were away.
But no words come to light
As I think of the times you thought you were right.

Your lies have become
A network of pain that can't be undone,
Your stories now seem to me
As untruthful as others told them to be.

I was blinded by love and all along you knew
That I'd never be able to see through
Your crap but now I know the way
To a life where you will have to pay.

Perhaps that's exactly what I'll write
Or perhaps I'll leave you lonely in the night
Just so that you can see
Just how much hate for you I have inside me.
Ken Pepiton Feb 2020
The professesor explained

if you knew the math

it wouldbe crystal clearr

the wave function squared, which gives you the ability

to find
your
self, greek word logos, self, seek that first.

Rule that as well as you may imagine,

own your self,
know thyself, samesym, seems right

to thine own self, be true

let it be, come and see, we did win the peace.

defining the undefined terms we use idly, like

quantum mechanics, observer authority

idea translation into words
left filled with the meaning held

when the heaviest thinkers in all time, used them. Right?

Many worlds or many mansions, which is more dificult to
comprehend?

-- I say light is its own medium, that's the message.

curvature into a klien bottle shaped bubble, limited

by words powered to convey
the idea of absoulute nothing, outer darkness-like state of neveverbeen,

beyond, this inner edge,
this boundary of words, beyond here,

non sense, not chaos, mere wordless ever yet possible

more, life,
and that, more abundant. If one can put it into words.
Trrying to put this
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2020
I have no way of predicting what will be
No way of forgetting your name
Have patience
But I can't wait
There isn't a chance of things being the same

I am damaged in another low rain
Putting back together my heart
My head is pounding too
You're busy and fine being apart

I know this all too well
Nervous
Wondering why
Haven't started to miss me yet
All I can do is think and cry

I cannot make myself believe it
Don't want me anymore
Those nights we shared matter
They're still worth fighting for

So what?
You were gentle
Doesn't change the word goodbye
Either way you look at it
I am the one who has to die

I am the one who's fighting pain
Losing my grip on what's real
I'm sure you're doing fine
You're above the hurt I feel
Written 11/12/12
Amanda Kay Burke Dec 2019
I wish I believed in magic again
We all did way back when
Those who don't believe in magic will never find it
Max Neumann Dec 2019
ten minutes ago
i was talking to a woman
whose background i'm
aware of

this woman was pretty and she looked
at me with ****** interest

however: i moved my left arm in
a way that is related to my background as
a fatherless boy

rejection in her eyes the consequence

BUT:

i will never stop to move my arms as i learned moving them
–– precisely this way –– in my childhood

nobody –– male female animal or object –– is able to change this:
i do not need anybody trying.

feel me. that's how i am.

self-acceptance. self-love. courage.
What the...
YouTube: "Deep Purple Child in Time"
solfang Dec 2019
from the way
you're staring at me,
i think I've made you
believe in
love at first sight
feels like it is going to be a series at this point.
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